Back in town

We danced and we sang, and we reveled in lust, An orgy commenced, as the clock struck dust.

Their magic, so strong, coursed through my veins, My body transformed, my power untamed. More desirable, sexually bewitching, stronger than before, My magik cock, their deepest desires to explore.

Each woman impregnated by me, blessed with a child, Of the craft, the lineage, wild and free. The men, after two rounds, more feminine they'd become, Drinking my cum, a metamorphosis they'd succumb.

The next time we met, a woman they'd be, Pregnant with a witch, magic to see. The coven expanding, a prophecy foretold, A new life I'd live, my story untold.

My days were filled with spells and enchantments, My nights, with passion, desires, and advancements. The woods, my home, a sanctuary of sorts, Where magic and love, forever consorts.

The witches, they taught me, of the craft and the lore, Of the balance between light and dark, of what we adore. My power growing, each day, with the coven, As we danced under the moon, the earth beneath us, quivering.

My magik cock, sought by many, brought pleasure and pain, With each orgasm, a new witch, was born again. The coven's power, growing, spreading, and bright, The woods echoed with laughter, cries, and delight.

As the years passed, I became skilled, a magikian, My alliance with the coven, steadfast and unshaken. Together, we fought, against evil and fear, Our love and magic, conquering, and clear.

My story, a testament, to love, and power, Of a coven, a witches' hour. A tale of a man, who danced with the moon, And found a home, beneath the magik broom.

For in the woods, outside of Salem, in a town quite small, Lived a coven of witches, enchanting, enthralling, and tall. I stumbled upon them, in the dead of night, Enshrouded in magic, oh what a sight!

My life, forever changed, by the women and men, Who desired me, in the witch's den. Their magic, now mine, a connection unbroken, A coven born, in the woods, unspoken.

So here is my tale, of magik and desire,